This is the true story of my life before finding out about what I always knew. This will take through my disturbing childhood, and my suicidal teenage years. This isn't a pretty picture. I'm looking for an editor, please tell me if you're interested.

A poem using nature to describe friendship. Though probably cliched, it is actually not half bad. "Wise old friend, sweet painter of insight, help me to see./Allow me to learn under your tender shade./Let me lie in your good friend, grass..."